Whate'er I forge to feed his brain-sick fits,
Do you uphold and maintain in your speeches, 72
For now he firmly takes me for Revenge;
And, being credulous in this mad thought,
I'll make him send for Lucius his son;
And, whilst I at a banquet hold him sure, 76
I'll find some cunning practice out of hand
To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths,
Or, at the least, make them his enemies.
See, here he comes, and I must ply my theme. 80
[Enter Titus, below.]
Tit. Long have I been forlorn, and all for thee:
Welcome, dread Fury, to my woeful house:
Rapine and Murther, you are welcome too.
How like the empress and her sons you are! 84
Well are you fitted had you but a Moor:
Could not all hell afford you such a devil?
For well I wot the empress never wags
But in her company there is a Moor; 88
And would you represent our queen aright,
It were convenient you had such a devil.
But welcome, as you are. What shall we do?
Tam. What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus? 92
Dem. Show me a murtherer, I'll deal with him.
Chi. Show me a villain that hath done a rape,
And I am sent to be reveng'd on him.
Tam. Show me a thousand that have done thee wrong, 96
And I will be revenged on them all.
Tit. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome,
And when thou find'st a man that’'s like thyself,
Good Murder, stab him; he's a murtherer. 100
77 practice: stratagem
